lyrics
Things seems so much clearer
through a thick layer of fog
Dreamy midnight blues
Somehow escaping you
And I feel like a dick
And it's 4:56
And I'm sitting in my room
Thinking 'bout you
The ideal I see
Is you sitting in your room at 4:56
Thinking 'bout me
As if it's not obvious
Let me spell it out
Like an anagram backwards
Penned in foreign tongues
And I feel like a douche
Who's got something to prove
But the message was lost
In translation
But until you see, I guess I'll be happy
Hoping you're up late at night
Thinking 'bout me
The later I'm up, the harder I fall
And I feel like a dick
And it's 4:56
And I'm sitting in my room
Thinking 'bout you
The ideal I see
Is you sitting in your room at 4:56
Thinking 'bout me
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from
Ackley,
released 11 January 2012
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